Smiling with girlish delight at her pretty ornaments, Sophie clasped the bracelets on her round arms, the necklace about her white throat, and set the rosy spray in the lace on her bosom. Then she took a little dance down the room and found herself before Di, who was looking at her with an expression of naughty satisfaction on her face.
"Don't you wish you knew who sent them?"
"Indeed, yes;" and Sophie paused abruptly.
"Well, I know, and I won't tell till I like. It's my turn to have a secret; and I mean to keep it."
"But it is not right," began Sophie, with indignation.
"Tell me yours, and I 'll tell mine," said Di, teasingly.
"I will not! You have no right to touch my gifts, and I am sure you have done it, else how know you who sends this fine cadeau?" cried Sophie, with the flash Di liked to see.
Here Fanny interposed, "If you have any note or card belonging to Sophie, give it up at once. She shall not be tormented. Out with it, Di. I see your hand in your pocket, and I 'm sure you have been in mischief."
"Take your old letter, then. I know what's in it; and if I can't keep my secret for fun, Sophie shall not have hers. That Tilly sent the coral, and Sophie spent her hundred dollars in books and clothes for that queer girl, who'd better stay among her lobsters than try to be a lady," cried Di, bent on telling all she knew, while Sophie was reading her letter eagerly.
"Is it true?" asked Dora, for the four girls were in a corner together, and the rest of the company busy pulling crackers.